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I felt so bad that I haven't updated in so long, that I decided to add 2 chappies! Praise to me! But, seeing as it is 12:30 A.M., you must bear with me if I have any grammatical and writing errors; I don't usually write this late at night, heck I'm barely ever AWAKE this late at night.

NEWayz, seeing as how I haven't given anyone any time to review to my last chappie, we can just move on! I'm sure you don't want to hear me talk anymore. (Tomatoes goes flying) NOPE! I guess not! Let me do a disclaimer and I'll leave you alone!

Seeing as how I haven't moved from this spot since my last updation, I still only own the plot, the chaotic mess I lovingly call my bedroom and 37 cents. Any donations to the "I-wanna-buy-CSI-from-CBS fund would be most appreciated!

Scene Of The Crime

XxX

Greg sighed in frustration as he threw his keys on the kitchen counter and stomped into his living room.

"Grissom has totally lost it. He's pulling me out of the field because he has a feeling. My first big case and he's demoting me back to the lab!"

After fuming for a few more minutes, he finally decided to try and take a shower to calm down. After turning on the hot water, he stripped himself of his clothes and climbed in. He took a few minutes to shampoo his hair, and then just stood under the rushing water, relaxing his sore muscles. "I need to prove to Grissom that I can take care of myself and still be part of this case from the field." He turned off the water, climbed out and went to his room. Grabbing a pair of baggy sweats and a t-shirt, he dressed and flopped into bed. He was barely able to set his alarm before he fell asleep.

Within what felt like minutes, Greg was awakened by the sound of his cell phone ringing. Looking tiredly at his alarm, he saw that he still had about four hours before shift was suppose to start. Remembering that he was suppose to be answering the annoying contraption, he picked up the phone quickly.

"Sanders!" After saying this, Greg mused quietly to himself for a second in his half awake state. 'Everyone in the lab called each other by their first names in person (except Grissom), but when on the phone, they always answered by their last names. Pretty weird.' Snapping out of his thoughts, he realized he had missed Catherine's words and had to ask her to repeat it.

"Greg? Please pay attention. I just got a call from Brass. He said he received an anonymous call about another murder. I tried to call Grissom, but he turned his phone off. You up to going with me right now?"

Greg looked at his clock again while he answered. "I don't know Cath. I'm not suppose to-" Greg stopped himself. Catherine didn't know about Grissom's talk with him yet, so that meant Greg could go to this scene and show Grissom that he knew what he was doing.

"Greg? Are ya comin or not?" Catherine sounded slightly impatient.

Greg nodded. "Yeah. I'll be ready in like 15 minutes."

"Good. I'll be there to pick you up."

"Gotcha." Greg hung up the phone and jumped up to change. He was going to show Grissom he was capable of processing this case from the field.

XxX

Looking frantically for the source of the sound, Greg finally felt his feet kick something small. After struggling for several minutes, he finally kicked it into arms' reach. He cried out slightly when he found it was a walkie-talkie. Wetting his lips a little, he pressed the button and answered the voice he knew so well.

"Grissom?"

Even from his own ears, Greg could tell how weak and raspy his voice was from the thin oxygen he was getting.

"Greg…KCHHH… Are you KCH..right?" The answer came through and Greg couldn't be any happier.

Greg's head was swimming and the bad reception wasn't helping his thoughts. "My head hurts. And my wrists and legs are tied with something."

"Don't worry KHCC… we'll find. KCHHH… soon. Can you see a.KCH.. thing?"

Greg laughed quietly, but the pain in his head just strengthened. "I can't even see the talkie in front of me. I'm in a box, and I think it's been buried."

Grissom was silent for a minute, but his next words were meant to be quiet and soothing to the injured young CSI. "Greg, you KCHH… been buried. You need to KCHH… calm and we will do everything KCHH… to find you. You hear me?"

Greg nodded as he answered. "Yes Sir. But I don't know how much longer it will last."

Grissom's voice became slightly panicked. "Greg, no KCHH..ing out on us. We're all here. Greg? Greg!"

The young CSI never heard the last part as the darkness consumed him, walkie-talkie falling quietly to his chest.

XxX

"Greg? Greg!" After a moment of silence, Grissom knew Greg had passed out.

"We've got to find him!" Nick yelled, "He didn't do anything to deserve being in there!

Grissom looked at everyone's horror struck faces until he came to the worst of them: Catherine.

"What happened at the crime scene?"

Catherine wiped her eyes with her blouse sleeve before answering shakily. "We-we were called out to an old, run down house on the other side of town; said there was a DB with the same layout as our serial killer…

XxX

Catherine pulled up to the address with Greg in the passenger seat. She laughed quietly when she heard her companion mumbling under his breath about never being able to drive and getting a bonus for doing this three and a half hours before shift even started. The blonde CSI shook her head as she got out of the car, Greg following suit, grabbing the field kits from the back.

"This doesn't feel right," Greg suddenly said, "All the other vics were found in a parking lot, not in a building."

Catherine nodded. "I know what you mean. Let's get in there and see what we have. It may be a whole new case."

"…One look around the house and we knew the call was a fake."

Stepping into the house, both of the CSI's knew something was wrong.

"Nothing in this place has been touched in years," Greg said.

Catherine's stomach sank as she fully agreed. "Not even the dust has been disturbed. The call must have been faked."

"… I sent Greg outside to check out there, while I looked around."

"I'll check around here, you go around back and see if that may have been a point of entry."

"Can do," Greg saluted as he spun on his heel and walked out the door. Catherine laughed quietly as she watched him round the corner. The next thing she knew was a burst of pain to the back of her head and she fell to the ground.

XxX

"And that's all I remember. When I woke up two hours later, Greg was gone and his vest was on the ground out front covered in blood."

Grissom's face became very grim. "Take the vest to DNA and have someone run a test. I want positive identification on whose blood it is. If it's Greg, that might explain why his head hurts."

Grissom next picked up the talkie and held it out to Nick. "Take this down to AV and have Archie see if he can find a trace to the other receiver. And keep an ear out for Greg; someone must be with this thing at all times."

"You got it," Nick said as he took an evidence bag from the table and Grissom dropped it in. Catherine and Nick immediately left, leaving Grissom, Sara and Warrick alone in the Break Room.

"What should we do?" Warrick asked anxiously. He wouldn't just sit around and wait for his friend to die, and neither would Sara.

Grissom immediately had an answer. "You and Sara keep looking for connections between all the victims, and include Greg. I really don't think these attacks were random."

"We're on it," Sara said as she led Warrick out of the room.

Grissom stood stone still for a moment in the empty room, completely engrossed in his emotions. Fear, anxiousness and anger coursed through his every vein until he couldn't bear it. Running up to the counter, he swiped everything to the floor, causing mugs to break into a million pieces and silverware to clang loudly against the hard floor.

"Stay strong Greg. We will find you." "No matter what it takes."

XxX

I hope you guys enjoyed the special feature! It's shorter than the last chappie, but I think quite a bit may have been explained. Parts of the past will be explained like this throughout the story (if you haven't already noticed). If this is confusing anyone, let me know. It is now 2:33 A.M. and I am TIRED, so there might be some mistakes in here somewhere.

Speaking of confusion, during the scene with Cath and Greg at the house, the bold words are Catherine commentating what was happening, and the italics are the scene and what had happened. I hope that helped if anyone was confused

Updations shouldn't be too long now that it is summer vacation. But if I have to baby-sit everyday like I have been, I wouldn't hold my breath. But please stick with me, I promise I will not leave this story unfinished. And as long as I keep getting reviews, I will be powered to get them out faster.

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